Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.